Day 4 of 100, Singapore

And then, the crash.
You recluses out there know what I’m talking about don’t you?
The abrasion of so many eyes (whether intended or not). The blow by blow 300% enlarged, curling tighter and tighter inwards, against the risk of shatter.
We might be weird, but we’re imaginative. We’ve tuned that part of the machine. There’s no recourse but to let it be. There’ll be a pause in there somewhere. Which way was up again?


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